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The Confused Bush

     Hey, everyone. We have a bush in our yard that is having an identity crisis. It is a hydrangea and it doesn't know whether to produce red or purple blooms. I understand that the PH ( a measure of its acidity) of the soil will control the color of the blooms. But one would have to think that the PH would be the same with the close proximity of these blooms.
   Of course, I know next to nothing about gardening. It could be that the relative age of the bloom is the factor. When the red one has been around a couple of days it may turn blue or purple. Or vice-versa. I do know they are beautiful and big. I like that.
     We watched a movie on TV tonight called Man of the House, starring Tommy Lee Jones as a Texas Ranger. He is assigned to protect a group of cheerleaders at the University of Texas because the ladies saw a murder and they are being stalked by the killer.
     Nobody plays a grouchy old man better than Jones and he has a hard time relating to the exuberance of youth. In the end, they teach him to be a better dad for his teenage daughter and he keeps them alive, just barely. It was a fairly good movie, not a great movie.
      I loved seeing Tommy Lee Jones play Dave Robicheaux in "In the Electric Mist With Confederate Dead". That's a good show and a good book. I also loved him in No Country For Old Men. He is one of the best actors of our generation.
    Hey, I tried that game last night. I wasn't crazy about Zombie Affliction. It was creepy and some fun but I hated to keep turning in circles to shoot the zombonos because I got dizzy. Also, at the start, you have to figure out how to actually start playing. Shoot the gun you want, then find the chalkboard and shoot single player or multiplayer. Slide your finger from the top of the screen to the bottom to reload. I suppose I'll see if there is a way to use a d-pad control rather than spinning around in circles. One more thing, if you partake of this game. Go for the head shot with the zombies. They are close enough and believe me, you will need the time and the bullets.
    Check back tomorrow, if you have time. Barring a sudden onslaught of fun, I will probably post again tomorrow.
     I'm CE Wills.
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